I haven’t laughed like this in a billion years.
When I moved out, I didn’t feel anything. I mean, I was moving again for the umpteenth time so it didn’t really make me depressed of anything. If I was angry or sad at all, it was because papachu kicked me out the night before. But, I never really got homesick or yearned to come home. My brother invaded and took over my side of the room - I technically didn’t have a home anymore. But after months and months of suffocating, ever-competing schoolwork, I needed somewhere to relax.
It has been my first week back. And although I’ve been running back and forth from school to go to work, I still find comfort in my messy apartment. Maybe I like cleaning? Or having my own living room. But it’s probably because I can giggle the night away chatting with my best friend. We really do tell hilarious jokes. We are so funny. Then again, some people just make it so easy! I have busted out laughing so hard for the past few hours, my dad thinks I’m crazy. I probably am, for having locked up so much laughs this past year.
I’m glad I have someone to laugh with.
I never thought I would say this, but it is really, really good to be home.
(via imperfecttgirl)